Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Profet Habakkuk e ratoumnae, Shigionoth la.
2 LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
Oe BAWIPA kai ni na lawk ka thai teh ka taki toe. Atu e kumnaw dawk na thaw tawk e a kamnue teh ka hmu toe. Na lungkhuek ei nakunghai, na lungmanae teh na pahnim hoeh.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Cathut teh Teiman kho hai thoseh, Tami Kathoung teh Paran koehoi thoseh, a tho. Bawilennae ni kalvan a ramuk teh, a bawilennae ni talai van akawi.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
A meilam teh kanî patetlah ao. A kut dawk kaawm e a bahu teh a raeng lah a tâco.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
A hmalah runae ni a cei teh, a hnuklah patawnae ni a kâbang.
6 He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
A kangdue teh talaipui a bangnue. A khet nah miphunnaw a tâlueng awh. Ayan e monnaw ni a kâbawng awh teh, kacakpounge monruinaw a tip awh. Hatei, Bawipa teh a lamthung dawk poe a cei.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Kushan ram dawk e rimnaw ni roedengnae a kâhmo awh teh, Midian ram dawk e yaphninaw a kâhuet e hah ka hmu.
8 Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
Oe BAWIPA, Nang ni rungngangnae rangleng na kâcui nahanelah, tuipuinaw koe na lungkhuek na maw. Tuipui hoi na kâtaran maw.
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Nang ni catounnaw koe lawkkam na tâ e patetlah lilava coungkacoe na rasa sin toe, talai dawk tuinaw na phuek sak toe.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Monnaw ni BAWIPA a hmu awh navah a kâhuet awh. Ka poum e tuinaw ni muen a ramuk. Tuipuinaw ni a hram awh teh a kut a dâw awh.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
Kanî hoi thapa ni amamae hmuen dawk ao awh. Ahnimae a angnae dawk pala ni a cei teh, a raeng dawk tahroe hai sumpa lah a palik.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
A lungkhuek laihoi ram pueng dawk a cei teh, a lungkhueknae ni miphunnaw hah koung a coungroe.
13 You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. (Selah)
Bawipa e a taminaw rungngangnae hanelah na tho teh, satui na awi e naw rungngang hanlah na tho. Tami kalan hoeh e im teh imthungkhu koehoi rep na kanawi pouh teh a carawng koe totouh na raphoe pouh.
14 You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
Ransabawinaw e a lû hah palanaw hoi pawkkayawng lah a ka pouh. Ahnimouh teh kaimouh palek sak hanelah tûilî kathout patetlah a tho awh. Mathoenaw kei hanelah a lunghawi awh.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Bawipa nang ni marangnaw na kâcui teh athakaawme tuicapa lungui na cei.
16 I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.
Na pâpho lawk ka thai navah ka lung a tâlueng, ka kam ka cakuep, ka hru a hmawn, ka takbuem a pâyaw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, runae hnin, kathetkung ni miphunnaw a tuknae tueng totouh ka o han rah.
17 For even though the fig tree does not flourish, nor fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food, the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
Thaibunglung kung ni pei hoeh, Misurkung paw hoeh, olivekung hai ngaihawi hane awm hoeh. law dawk hai apawhik paw hoeh, tu takha dawk tu kathup niteh, maito im dawk maito kaawm hoeh nakunghai.
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Cathut dawk ka lung ahawi teh na ka rungngangnae Cathut kâuep lahoi ka lung ahawi han.
19 GOD, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
Bawipa Jehovah teh kaie ka thaonae doeh, ka khok teh sayuk khok patetlah a coung sak teh, ka rasang e hmuen na poe han.
